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You’re sitting on Rafayel’s huge fin tail, the pristine blue scales glimmering under the bright light of a beautiful full moon, as he lies in the tide-pool of seawater. It’s oval-shaped and large enough to fit you both comfortably. It's a shallow pond like place in a secluded area on Whitesand Bay’s shore, safe for the Lemurian to reveal his merman form freely.
Hesitantly, your hand wanders over the countless little shapes with awe and admiration, feeling the smooth surface for the first time since you met him. It’s nothing compared to the few scales you have already seen during Ebb Day.
“It feels … nice.” you mumble, a little worried about how to express yourself properly. Rafayel’s scales feel like nothing you ever touched before.
But you only hear a groan. “Nice? Just say you hate me, Cutie…”
Startled, you look up, only to see him pouting with a light rose hue on his cheeks. The blue and pink of his eyes avoid you, and look over to the waves of the ocean to ignore you.
“No! That’s not what I meant!” You call out to him, catching Rafayel‘s sulking face in the palms of your hands, and turning it toward you. “Your tail feels like nothing I've ever touched. I don’t know how to describe it!” Hurried words leave your lips now, trying to reassure the Lemurian how wonderful his Merman Form is. “It’s cool but also warm. And soft and hard at once, and and… so beautiful!”
Rafayel’s eyes go round as you cup his face in your hands. And with a little kiss on his lips that are no longer puckered, you add with all the excitement and tenderness you feel, “Your tail is stunning, and I’m grateful you finally let me see it, you silly fish.”
The face of the Lemurian is still frozen as he removes your hands from his cheeks, only to cradle them within his own, and placing a lingering kiss in the middle of your palms. Then his gaze turns back to yours with a flutter of his full lashes. “Really?”
And you beam at him, your gaze filled with all the love you carry in your heart. “Really.” leaning towards his face, you add “I love you, Rafayel. I love everything about you. No matter who or what you are.”
And with this, your lips meet his. A strangled noise is all you hear, before strong arms sling around you and a hand cradles the nape of your neck with gentle possessiveness. Rafayel pulls you flush into him, and the kiss quickly turns into a passionate dance of lips, tongues and teeth, which ignites the flames of need and desire. The warmth in you turns into a blazing inferno of greed.
But the excitement about his true form is stronger, so you retreat as soon as he loosens up to let your breath. “Wait.” you whisper, and cover his mouth quickly with the palm of your hand.
“Mmpf.” Comes his perplexed response, and you giggle.
“I wasn't done with my excursion of your tail.”
The explanation only makes him roll his eyes. “Fine, fiiine.” He glances at your lips, before the ocean of his eyes settles back onto your own. “But don’t take yourself too much time.”
You snicker about his obvious try to hide how much he wants to continue the passion from just before, but graciously lets you have your way.
And so you do. The exploration of the smooth but still textured skin of his merman tail conquers your whole mind.
Both hands wander around, caressing every inch they can reach. Over his merman line, where the cool skins of his human upper body gradually turns into the cerulean shimmering scales of his Fishtail, mapping the contrast between the soft skins and the sharpness of his scales. The little fins at his hips feel like translucent little fans that flutter around as you gently caress along their edges. It reminds of you a cat’s tail that tries to swish away from curious hands, and a little grin steals itself on your lips. But you continue the examination, now sliding over the middle part where everything is fully covered with his fish skin.
Your fingertips dip into each nook and cranny between the scales, until you find an unusual spot that is a few inches long. You encounter a particular soft spot under one of his bigger scales. Your index finger slipped under it by accident, and instantly dips into something, that feels like a little opening of the incredibly smooth skin. You can’t reach into it much, as your wrist is instantly caught with a firm grip in one of Rafayel’s hands.
A sudden high-pitched moan makes you turn your focus to his face again. “Enough!” Rafayel chokes out, his handsome features now covered with crimson, eyes wide and pupils blown.
“I- I’m sorry!” you blurt out. “Did I hurt you? I swear it wasn’t on purpose!” Is added with haste and desperate sincerity. You won’t forgive yourself if you have done anything wrong. Or if you now ruined the moment.
Rafayel’s eyes now flicker around in an attempt to hide a sudden anxiety. Or is it nervousness? Embarrassment? Why is he suddenly so fidgety?
Still avoiding your gaze and releasing your wrist, he answers after some moments, his voice not louder than a whisper “It’s not anything like that…”
Now you’re confused. If you didn’t hurt him, what else could -
You just noticed that the spot you found is exactly where his private parts would usually be in his human form. And suddenly, you feel hot.
Oh.
Rafayel’s eyes slowly wander back to you, and of course he senses the change in your mood. A little smirk starts to pull the corner of his lips with mirth. “It seems it’s not necessary to explain it to you. Right, Miss Bodyguard?”
Oh, this little…! You slap him at his shoulder. “You! Stop that! I-I‘m sorry, okay?”
But Rafayel only chuckles, and captures your wrist once more. “Didn’t know you were so bold.” Your hand is guided back to glide over the iridescent blue scales once more. “No need to feel shy now. I didn't say I don’t like it.” and soon your fingertips are at that significant location on his tail again. You feel it clearly at the tip of your finger.
You lick your lips. Curiosity always got the best of you, and so you slip one finger into the smooth, pliant little entrance.
The reaction from your boyfriend is immediate. A silent exhale, a loosening grip on your wrist and his eyes now half lidded, gauging every movement of your fingers and the expression on your face.
Your heart starts beating erratically in your chest as you dip into a warm hollow. The tip of your finger touches trembling walls covered in a sheen of some sticky liquid. You can sense his burning gaze on you, but you are too fascinated by your discovery to look up to him.
Now your finger sinks in deeper, vanishing into that opening to the first joint. Then the second, surrounded by rising heat and even more moisture. So much that it starts dripping out of that little hole. Then something pokes at it and you freeze.
Rafayel is now panting, his whole chest covered in the same red hue as his face. “Don’t stop now.” he heaves out. “Go… go on…”
Encouraged, you poke back against the strange thing you met. And it answers. Eagerly pushing back against your finger. You start caressing what you now recognize must be the tip of his length. Rafayel’s head falls back, a loud moan escaping his throat as your gaze flicks up to him. “More, Cutie.”
Now your whole body is set aflame. You are eager to see what is hidden in there. How he looks in his otherworldly form. Is it much more different? Bigger? Longer? Another shape?
So you slip another finger in, and start curling them around the hot and steadily growing shape in that now heavily dripping hole. With steady motions, you massage and circle the shape until your fingers are entirely pushed out. The tip of his cock rises above the smooth skin. It's a perfect round tip, almost formed like a pretty mushroom head.
You quickly look back to Rafayel’s face. His eyes are glossed over, his face is still crimson, and his breathing is now erratic. Rafayel's hands claw at the sand beneath him.
But he’s watching you with heat in his gaze and breathless. “You’re doing good. Keep going, Cutie.”
You nod and focus back on what is waiting for your attention, eagerly twitching and trembling. His length has continued to grow, and you can now see that his cock is far bigger than usual. It's covered with intricate veins and has a beautiful gradient color, that goes pink from the tip to violet and blue down his length to the bottom.
Mesmerized, you wrap a hand around the impressive girth. It’s hot, and smooth. But you also feel the hardness under the skin. Truly steel covered in silk. It is dripping with a liquid that shimmers pearly white under the moon, thick and heavy.
You catch yourself thinking about how it must feel to have it inside you. It would fill you up much more than usual. The image of it makes you clench your thighs together, your insides suddenly tensing and flipping around. Oh god, you’re so turned on by this alone that you don’t even feel ashamed of this discovery.
It seems you just unlocked a new kink. And now the only thing you can think of, is how it would feel to be railed by your merman into the depths of the Sea. The strength of his core muscles that make such incredibly strong thrusts, the sheer girth of his otherworldly cock. You nearly start to drool, and your underwear gets uncomfortably sticky. The sudden surge of heat in your body now unbearable and you squirm on Rafayel’s tail.
Strong hands catch your waist, holding you firmly on his lap. “Like what you see, Cutie?”
A searing gaze melts your insides further, and the wicked smirk on his lips shows that the Lemurian knows exactly what is on your mind. “My bride is more eager than I thought.”
Then he leans in toward you, and his hot breath fans over the shell of your ear. “Such a naughty girl…” An intense gaze of his hypnotizing eyes, the blue and pink nearly drowned out by the giant black of his blown-out pupil.
You gulp. Where your mouth was dry before, is now so much spit that you worry that you may really start to drool right there.
Rafayel watches the movement of your throat with obvious hunger, the predator in him visible like never before. And you swear that his canines have gotten longer. The white peaks out between his full lips. The mental image of how he might bite at you neck with these, nearly makes you moan.
Oh heavens, what is wrong with you, you scold yourself. But you are so aroused now, that the tension in your belly drives you crazy. And makes you unusually brave. The grip you have on Rafayel’s mermaid cock tightens, and the fingers at your wrist tremble in response.
Oh, screw it! It’s Rafayel, the love of your life. He seems to want it as much as you. So why are you hesitating to ride your fish?
Using his hold on you to reposition yourself, you swing one leg on the other side of the Merman's body. Now you’re facing the Lemurian, and sitting on his tail like you own him.
With a smile that you hope is as seductive as you feel, you guide one of his hands under the skirt of your cossie, until his fingers wrap around the hem of the panties of your swim wear.
“Mind helping me out of this?” you whisper at him, and even manage to look at him confidently.
A curious tilt of his head, a knowing smirk, and then a short heat followed by a low snap. A jerk of his other hand. And the fabric is torn away in a second. It now dangles like a trophy between the long fingers of the Lemurian.
His sharp nails dig into the burnt piece, as Rafayel moves it to his face. He deeply sniffs the fabric, nuzzles it, and offers you a hypnotizing gaze. His hoarse, siren-like voice is dizzying your mind. “Smells like you yearn for me…”
It’s impossible to break the eye contact. It’s like an invisible shackle that binds you to him. You can’t look down to see yourself grinding on the ethereal body of your lover. But oh, you can feel it.
The cold surface of the scales, that kiss your burning lips down there and the cool seawater that splashes in between, moisturizes the otherworldly figure of your lover. It’s addicting. You grind harder, moving your lower body in waves over the glistening tail. And the little edges of the scales add an arousing friction, a texture that makes you feels too good to stop.
You place your hands on the Lemurian's chest, to get a more levered spot to heave yourself over and over the deliciously rigged skin between your thighs.
“Rafayel…” you moan shamelessly.
And he watches you, observing every second of how you’re getting off on his tail, how your juices mix with the water of the tide-pool and the pre-cum that still drips from his hardened, inhuman length. It’s completely neglected by now, as you ride his tail, pushing yourself closer and closer to a climax.
And he’s not minding it even a bit. His own pleasure can wait. It’s more satisfying to watch you enjoy yourself on his magically transformed body. Something Rafayel never thought he'd witness. It’s like a drug in the Lemurian's bloodstream.
Instead, he adds one hand. Carefully, so as not to hurt you with the dangerously sharp claw that has now grown at the end of his thumb. He circles the little bud, that is now swollen from your greed.
And you lose your rational mind, as it is fogged with arousal, and the desperate need to come on his scales and fingers. You grab Rafayel's chest harder, digging your round nails into the tensed pecs. Each jerk of your hips is you accompanied by heavy breaths and loud moans. You’re so insanely close, the knot in your core so unbearably tight. Your movements grow erratic. Your thighs cramp, but you want to keep moving, needing a release so desperately.
It feels so good.
You want to come now, and you can already sense the high in the back of your spine. But strength and control are leaving you faster than you can pleasure yourself.
Crying out his name desperately, “Ra- ngh… ayeeel…” Is it a plea? A demand? You don’t know. But the Sea God does.
Strong hands cradle the plush of your naked ass, the remaining skirt bunched up to your hip. And then you are assisted. Rafayel lifts you with ease, and continues to grind where you can’t anymore. The friction is so much stronger as he presses you recklessly against his scales.
You support yourself on his shoulder now, head flying back, and with a loud scream of relief, you come all over his pristine tail. The climax is earth-shattering, and your blood ringing in your ear. For a few moments, there is nothing but the incredible tension of your body, and the delicious white of your exploding mind.
Then you slump against Rafayel, suddenly void of any strength, or the will to hold yourself upright, as your pussy still clenches and you breathe heavily. Your forehead touches his chest, where the mark of your bond is glowing in a bright red, and you close your eyes, reveling in the aftermath.
The hold on you becomes tender, and Rafayel whispers into your ear “My beautiful bride… I got you.” followed by a soft kiss to the sensitive spot under your ear. “So eager to finally ride her fish.” A little breathy chuckle that accompanies his teasing words.
“Shut up.” you smile weakly against his cool skin. “Don’t act like you didn't enjoy it.”
Two fingers under your chin gently guide you to look at him. “I did. You’re the only one who is allowed to do this.”
Then a hot kiss, devouring, demanding and claiming. You’re the Sea God's bride. And if she wants to pleasure herself on his tail, he lets her.
Hearing these words echo in your mind, you sigh into his lips that hold you captive. Unconsciously you scoot closer to him, and suddenly something hot and sticky pokes at your belly.
You break the make out to giggle. “My poor fishie is still hard.”
And Rafayel flushes a glowing red in the blink of an eye.
“Don’t worry, I’ll help you out.” Continuing to kiss him, all while taking his pulsing girth in one of your hands, you start to slowly fist him up and down. The pre-cum made it so slippery, that you glide over it with ease.
The choked moans that spill into your mouth tell you how much he suffered through your ride. And you don’t mind giving your boyfriend a little reward for letting you use him.
So you scoot lower on his tail, that now thrashes a little. The sprinkling seawater hits your back, as you sink down to cover his waiting hard-on with your wet lips. The mushrooms tip fills the hollow of your mouth entirely, and as you take him in as far as it goes, half of his length is still untouched. So you use your hand again, moving it together with the bobbing of your head.
Now it’s Rafayel‘s shameless moans and high-pitched cries that float over the serene pool and rock formations that surrounds you.
More and more pre-cum flows down, too much to hold it in, and soon the whole surrounding area of his scales is a slick mess. You are completely lost in what you are doing, determined to make him feel as good as you did, when something pokes at pour thumb, and startles you to a halt.
Baffled, you watch how a second cock-like appendage unfolds itself out of the little slit under the big scale. Its tip touched your thumb, and now starts to wrap itself around your fingers and wrist. It’s nothing like the cock you're mouthing. It’s thinner and covered with little suckers, like an octopus arm, but way smaller.
The little suction cups suckle themselves onto your skin, and start to produce a liquid. It’s way more fluid than the pre-cum from the first one, and it is transparent. It also smells like the ocean and something more potent? Strong, but not unpleasant. And you find yourself breathing it in eagerly, instantly addicted to that strange fragrance.
Curiosity again guides your actions, and you retreat from Rafayel’s impressive girth to lick a long stripe up your hand. It tastes heavenly. You can’t really describe it. It is something between musky, and something so undeniably Rafayel.
“Careful, Cutie.” you hear the low teasing of your boyfriend as he watches your face turning into bliss.
With a raised eyebrow, you retort his gaze. “Why? Are you venomous or what?”
That gets you hearty giggle from Rafayel. “No. But you might be not ready for the side effects of this liquid.” He adds, after some hesitation.
Gods, why is it so tasty? You eagerly lick up a little droplet that fell on your lips, and your fishie throws his arm over the unique ocean eyes, groaning helplessly.
“Side effects?” You have no idea what he‘s talking about. But you use the unplanned break in your sensual play around, to voice some other thoughts. “And you never mentioned that you own two… Fishies down there.”
That gets you a giggle, and Rafayel squints at you from under his arm. “Fishies? That is what you call my private parts?”
You slap his tensed abdomen as an answer. “Stop laughing at me!” but you snicker yourself. Now that you spoke it out loud, it really does sound silly.
You can’t say or do anything more as you’re pulled into him once again. But instead of his chest, you come to lay beside him in the water. Rafayel cradled you softly against his skin and his strong arms protect you against the spiky ground of the tide-pool.
The Lemurian’s fin splashes around lazily, and you notice how the line of water has risen. The ocean enters the uneven oval, like an uninvited guest.
“Rafayel…” You look to him again “…the flood.”
Sunset eyes captivate you, and with a deep voice, he answers “I’m aware, Cutie.”
The anxiety that you felt due to the rising waters is silenced, as his lips cover yours again. Rafayel's kiss successfully erases every worry and rational thought. It’s hungry, feral, and demands all of your senses and attention. Your siren devours you, and all you can do is let it happen.
His tongue enters the hollow behind your parted lips. A little nip of his pointed fangs divide your kiss-swollen lips, and you moan his mouth. You just can’t help it. Suddenly defenseless against him and the arousal in your body rises like the ocean.
Soon you’re almost submerged, and still… you can’t stop returning the endless kisses, or stop rubbing of your forms against each other. You’re no longer burning—you’re lost in an all consuming inferno. And it’s still not enough. Rafayel’s proximity is addicting, making you need more and more and more. Feverish you cling to him, as his two appendages push up against your belly, twitching and poking. They burn their shapes into your skin.
And Gods, you're SO thirsty. The man that has his entire body wrapped around you, is the only way for you to quench your thirst.
You whimper and moan desperately, scratching at his rear and leaving red stripes of possession on the toned back. And this siren simply laughs into your breaths, giddy, and as equally drunk by desire as you.
Suddenly, you're abandoned, and lose the feverish connection to his skin. The firm grip on your wrist remains, the sole linkage to your Lemurian. You cry at the loss, trying to grab Rafayel again and get him back. Instead, you are pulled.
And then, the endless blue twilight of the ocean surrounds you. In your daze, you barely register that your boyfriend has you swept you both into the boundless Deep Sea, his domain. All you want is to be close to him again.
Eventually, he does. His huge, beautiful, and ethereal tail wraps around your legs, and entangled with him, you fall into the abyss of this different world.
“My greedy little human…” Sounds his voice in your mind and soul, echoing throughout the surrounding waters, vibrating in your every cell. “You really shouldn’t have licked that aphrodisiac…” A kiss, primal and powerful. “Now I need to mate with you properly…”
Then your back hits the soft sands of the ocean floor. The seagrass tickles you, and your lover is all you can see in front of you. His now long purple hair is drift in the currents, and pointed fangs deform the plush of his lips. Hands with dark claws instead of nails and webbed in between, cradle you like a precious pearl.
Rafayel has now fully transformed, and you are stunned by his primal form that is only beaten by the beauty of the feral cerulean look in his mesmerizing eyes.
The last thing your conscious mind recognizes before it completely gives into lust, are Rafayel’s two cocks that glide down your pelvis and through your aroused-swollen lips, ready to push in your clenching and dripping walls. And the tips of his predator fangs, that sink into the sensitive skin where your shoulder meets your neck. The pain nothing to the pleasure that rolls over you in a violent tsunami.
One word repeats itself in your very soul, spoken in your God’s deep seductive timbre. This word in the Lemurian language that he once taught you. The one that claims you are his in every sense of the word.
“You’re mine, you’re mine, you’re mine…” with every rolling thrust of his relentless divine hips, with every bullying into your innermost core that pushes the boundaries of it to new limits.
And you let it happen. You even arch yourself, inviting the Sea God to claim the temple of your body. Screaming and crying into the waters to take you over and over again.
Because yes, you are his.
Forever and ever.